blog 12 June 2009
Well, I had SOME slight hope this morning that I might have done a wonderful blog while my brain was switched off last night (beer after a spell of being on the dry) – but no. We know that I have sometimes been pleased to see how well, and almost grammatically correct, some of my musings have been, even under the considerable influence of too good a time – last night, however, was not one of those times… I sort of thought that might happen writing-wise too when I first started on the adventure of making novels. I was amazed at times at the things characters said to one another and the replies given and indeed the rows had. I’d often just type in what these people were saying to one another in my head and it would feel like I was a mere conduit to the world. Sadly, I never returned to the laptop after time off to discover they had penned a chapter for me…and so it was also with the blog last night. So, for your information, I was at a place called Crazy Wendy’s with some of the Shameless cast and crew and there was fine thai food had, fine thai beer (hmmm, I see what I did wrong there) and some Karaoke. Of course, turns out some of the aforementioned types can really sing (I cannot, barring an on-key version of Happy Birthday To You and did not foist any ugliness on the proceedings as a result of that fact) and I was reminded all over again that I would just LOVE to be able to belt out a number. When I started writing books first and got royally slagged off in the Irish Times for the first novel the ‘reviewer’ (who seemed furious that I had stepped out of acting mode and particularly Mrs Doyle mode) wondered if we could look forward to a singing career from me too = eh, rest easy, I don’t think it’s on the cards ALTHOUGH I hear there is such a thing as an auto tuner in studios now that can make anyone sing in key and sound vaguely plausible…hmmm…
